"Oh I..." Song Jiaqi was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I saw you fell asleep here, the window was open, and the early morning wind was a bit strong, so..."
"..." Ye Yang's mouth twitched slightly, putting the blanket aside, "In the scorching heat of August, you want me to cover myself with a blanket..."
"..."
Song Jiaqi coughed, "So you woke up because of the heat..."
Ye Yang stood up from the sofa and pulled Song Jiaqi up from the floor, "But you, what are you doing sitting on the ground?"
"Oh I just—uh!"
She hadn't finished speaking when she suddenly widened her eyes.
Her body was suspended in mid-air!
Ye Yang actually picked her up horizontally.
Song Jiaqi was dumbfounded, blinking her eyes, still a bit unable to react, staring blankly at Ye Yang above her.
"It's fine that I'm not sick, but you have a stomach cold and a fever, sitting on the floor early in the morning, be careful not to catch a chill again."
